Her hearers looked utterly blank at this, and, suddenly realising that they were not very familiar with American coins, Patty explained the joke. They saw it, of course, but seemed to think it not very good, and Sinclair whimsically insisted on calling it, "a shilling to Bob," which he said was equally nonsensical. "Give us one of your poetry ones, Grandy," said Bob to Mrs. Cromarty, who sat by, quietly enjoying the young people's fun. "Miss Fairfield may not care for the old-fashioned enigma, but I will offer this one," and in her fine, clear voice the old lady recited her verse with elocutionary effect: "Afloat upon the ocean My graceful form you see; The protector of the people, The protector of a tree. I often save a patient, Though a doctor I am not; My name is very easy, Can you tell me, children? What?" The others had heard this before, and when Patty promptly guessed "Bark," Mrs. Cromarty was distinctly pleased with her quick-wittedness. Then lemonade and wafery little cakes were brought in, that the puzzlers might refresh themselves. The atmosphere of the Hartley household was very pleasant, and Patty felt much more at home than she had ever expected to feel among English people. She made allusion to this, and Bob said: "Oh, this place isn't homey at all, compared with our real home. You must come to see us down in the country, mustn't she, mother?" "I should be very glad to welcome you there, my dear," said Mrs. Hartley, smiling at Patty, "and I trust it may be arranged. We have this apartment for only a few weeks longer, and then we shall go back to Leicester." "I'm in no haste to go," declared Mabel. "I love Cromarty Manor, but I want to stay in London a little longer. But when we do go, Patty, you surely must visit us there." "Indeed I will, if I can manage it. My parents want me to go with them to Switzerland, but I'd much prefer to spend the summer in England. I have ever so many delightful invitations to country houses, and they seem to me a lot more attractive than travelling about. I suppose I ought to care more about seeing places, but I don't." "You're quite young enough yet," said Mrs. Hartley, "to look forward to travelling in future years. I think some experiences of English life would be quite as advantageous for you." "I'll tell father you said that," said Patty. "Then perhaps he'll let me have my own way. But he usually does that, anyway." "You'd love Cromarty Manor," said Bob, enthusiastically. "It's so beautiful in spring and early summer." "But not half as grand as other houses where Patty's invited," said Mabel, and again the shadow crossed her face that seemed always to come when she spoke of her country home.